Alhaitham was never one to get sick often. So it would come as a surprise when you noticed him coughing a bit more than normal. He sat on the divan in the living room, reading his book. When the two of you had spoken earlier, his voice was a bit nasaly and deep. There was no way he wasn’t sick, but knowing him, there was a large chance that he would deny help, claiming that he’s fine and end up lecturing you instead, despite how much he should rest right now. His face was a little red as well.